Good Things Are Better Shared

"Hnnnngh! It's in. Oppa, you're— you're all the way in, so deep!"

Heo Myangmyang dropped her hips as far as they would go. More than half his cock sank into her pussy, and still she couldn't take him to the root. That was simply the limit of her body.

"Kh—."

"Does it still hurt?"

"No... It's more bearable than last time. It's still hard, though."

"Just wait. Get a little more worked up and it'll start to feel good."

Kim Taeyoung kept talking to her as she rode him, his eyes drifting toward the door. Somewhere in the middle of it Song Jihye had already slipped into the room. She was watching the two of them fondle each other, and whether she had been touching herself or not, she was soaked beneath—her pussy glistening.

Myangmyang had her back to the door and never noticed. Jihye's concealment was that perfect, and Myangmyang was that far gone on him.

"Haaah. I like you, oppa. Hnn, even if it's only for today... Haah. If a day like this follows another day, that makes two, doesn't it? Haa... Oppa, it's okay for me to like it this much, right?"

And then Myangmyang launched a full sincerity attack. The words pulled a pleased smile across Kim Taeyoung's face—and from Song Jihye, already inside the room, a small moan slipped out.

"Hn."

"Eh? What was that sound...? Kyaaah! J-Jihye!"

Myangmyang jerked her head around at the voice. Jihye was staring at the two of them with hunger naked in her eyes, and the sight tore a scream out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her. She flailed, frantic—but his cock was buried deep in her pussy, and there was nowhere to run.

"W-why did you come in?"

"Unni, that's..."

"I told her to."

"Oppa! No! Let me go first! I have to get my clothes on...!"

Myangmyang's panic hit its peak. Kim Taeyoung did not let go of her thrashing body.

"Calm down, Myangmyang."

"Oppa!"

"It's fine. Easy. There's a good girl."

He drew her in and held her, stroking her hair the way one soothes a frightened child and patting her back. It was a ridiculous situation. It worked anyway. The panic that had crested in her began, little by little, to ebb.

"W-what is even going on? Why is Jihye dressed like that...?"

"Good things are more fun when you share them."

"What?"

"I'll explain when we're finished. For now, enjoy it. Jihye. Come here and suck."

"Yes..."

"W-wait a second. You have to tell me what's what. Hnnnngh! J-Jihye! Aaaah!"

Song Jihye came in close and, without a moment's hesitation, set her tongue where their bodies were joined. It climbed the center of his shaft and met Myangmyang's spread outer and inner lips, and at that touch Myangmyang's whole body shuddered.

"Th-this is weird!"

"It's not weird. It's fine. Enjoy it."

Still holding her, Kim Taeyoung clamped her face in place and pushed his tongue between her lips. She tried to turn her head. She could not get free of his hand.

There was no escaping the kiss. A softness she had no power to fight filled her mouth, and it felt better and better. She knew she shouldn't be letting this happen, and yet the tension locked through her body and her muscles slowly came undone. Pleasure moved in to take its place.

"Mmmph, nnngh."

Panic turned into pleasure. The mind that had no idea what to do gave way to a helpless let it happen. She didn't understand any of it. She understood exactly one thing. Kim Taeyoung's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kiss felt good. His cock opening her pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt good. And Song Jihye licking where the two of them were joined felt good too.

Was she allowed to enjoy something like this? It was far too strange—sex with the person she liked and her close younger friend at the same time. Common sense came apart. She still couldn't resist. It felt too good, and then it felt better.

"Mmmph, nn!"

She couldn't have said how long it went on. Myangmyang had given up resisting entirely and left her body to the two of them. Kim Taeyoung's kiss had melted her mouth completely, and Song Jihye's mouth had her pussy spilling slick in thick pulses.

"Shall we start moving again?"

"Hweh...?"

"This position won't work. Let's change. Jihye, get up on the bed. Lie back over there, against the headboard."

"Yes."

Song Jihye followed the order without a flaw. She climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and lay down, and between the two of them they settled Myangmyang in as if nesting her there. Jihye didn't need to be told. She opened Myangmyang's legs wide, and the pussy of that big-breasted little body parted.

"Myangmyang. I'm putting it in."

Kim Taeyoung climbed over her. A cock thicker than her opening pushed inside. The pussy that looked nowhere near able to take something that size took all of it.

"Hnngh! I-it hurts! Haah, but it feels good! Oppa! Aaaah!"

Myangmyang cried out at the pain of being forced open. More pleasure and it would be all right—it had been like that last time. She braced herself to hold out until then. This time, though, she had help.

"J-Jihye?"

"Unni. You're cute."

Song Jihye, with Myangmyang gathered in her arms, reached down to her clit and worked it with a skilled, gentle hand, feeding her pleasure. Ah—this really was something lovers did, sharing sex on a bed. There was one thing she truly hated mixed into it, but that couldn't be helped. Without Kim Taeyoung, a relationship like this never would have existed in the first place.

"Aahng! Th-this doesn't feel right at all!"

"Do you hate me, unni?"

"Hnn, i-it's not that...!"

"I like you, unni. I love you. So I want you to feel good. Mmm!"

Song Jihye stole her lips. On any ordinary day it was something she could never have done, and even if she had tried, it would have been a kiss Myangmyang refused. Right now Myangmyang couldn't refuse it. His cock was driving into her pussy without mercy, pleasure boiling through her whole body, and she wanted more of it. Their tongues tangled. Song Jihye's nipples stood as hard as they could possibly get, and the slick spilling from her pussy soaked the blanket.

"Mmmmmph! Nnngh!"

Above and below at once. For Myangmyang, who wasn't even used to sex yet, the stimulation was far too much. Four hands teased nearly every sensitive place on her, and her pleasure climbed in a rush. The orgasm was already on her.

"Nngghh! Mmm! Hah! Aahmmph!"

The kiss still hadn't ended. Myangmyang's moans were trapped inside Song Jihye's mouth, and Jihye sealed their lips as if she meant to let not a single gram of that breath escape.

Caught in Jihye's arms, Myangmyang's body twitched and trembled. The shivers of that tiny pussy in orgasm dragged Kim Taeyoung's own climax up with them, and semen burst from his cock.

"Mmmmmph!"

Feeling all that heat flood her belly, Myangmyang shuddered again. When he was finished, Kim Taeyoung pulled out. His cock was coated thick with her slick and his cum. He rose from the bed and brought it to the two of them, still kissing.

"Jihye. Suck it."

"Mmm... Ah..."

At the order, Song Jihye's face went blank. Suck a cock smeared with the semen of a man she truly hated. It was unbearably exciting. This afternoon, too, when a cock full of cum had been forced into her mouth, the arousal had been enormous.

"Ahm..."

She left Myangmyang's lips and took him in. It tasted fishy and foul. She hated it so much her pussy burned hot. She felt as if she could come from this alone.

"Haa, oppa... Me too..."

Then Myangmyang pushed in. She still didn't understand why Song Jihye was here at all, but she knew it had felt good—and she did not want Jihye taking Kim Taeyoung from her. Tonight he was her lover. So even a single drop of his semen had to be hers.

Song Jihye held the head in her mouth while Myangmyang sucked the cum from the shaft. On an average cock the two of them would have had no room to move and could only have stuck their tongues out. His absurd, bull-sized length was more than enough for both women to give him a Cleaning Fellatio at the same time.

"Lick, gulp. Haa, oppa's... This is what oppa tastes like."

"Mmmmm, ahm!"

They cleaned him so fervently that his cock was spotless in no time. It still wasn't enough for Myangmyang. Kim Taeyoung's semen was still in Song Jihye's mouth, and she would not let it be taken. She covered Jihye's lips with her own.

"Mmm!"

Song Jihye's eyes went wide. She had never expected ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unni to kiss her first. Happiness flooded her chest until she felt she could die right then and be content. The semen filling her mouth tasted sweet as honey. She opened her lips and took Myangmyang's tongue.

The two of them threw themselves into the kiss and left Kim Taeyoung entirely aside. He let out a short laugh. For a moment he was the odd one out, and it didn't feel bad at all. Myangmyang and Song Jihye chasing each other's tongues for pleasure was a sight worth keeping.

Come to think of it, I didn't take any pictures today.

Late, but he ought to take them now. He pulled a pencil from Myangmyang's vanity and turned it on the two of them, still tangled together. He lifted Myangmyang's body just enough to line her pussy up with Song Jihye's.

"Both of you. Stay exactly like that."

He wrote the date and the particulars across both their thighs. He'd already spent once, so semen leaked in a sticky trail from the petite pussy on top, and because he had lined them up, what ran down touched the pussy beneath. It was an intensely obscene picture. Kim Taeyoung did not let it pass. He kept it.

"Haa, unni..."

"Jihye..."

The long, long kiss finally ended. Both their mouths shone with each other's saliva, and Song Jihye looked at Myangmyang with heated eyes.

"Unni, your face is so lewd and cute. I love it."

"Haa... Is it really okay for us to be doing this...?"

"You're still thinking that? I love it. I'll make you feel so good you can't think it anymore.... Ah! S-suddenly—!"

Song Jihye had been in the middle of something rapturous, sharing feeling with the unni she loved most in the world. The physical closeness was good, but this sense of being joined in spirit felt even better—and then the obstacle intruded. A thick cock pierced her pussy with no warning at all.

It was Kim Taeyoung's, of course. You absolute bastard. She hated him enough to want him dead, and that was exactly why the arousal hit her even harder.

"Seriously... I don't even know anymore. But Jihye, seeing your face when you're turned on... something in my chest flutters."

Pressed pussy to pussy against her, Myangmyang had no choice but to feel the penetration; Kim Taeyoung's abdomen was striking her ass with every thrust. Tonight his lover was supposed to be her. The moment he put his cock in Song Jihye instead, jealousy rose, and with it some strange sensation she couldn't name. The jealousy she understood. The feeling behind it, she didn't. All she knew for certain was that Jihye—wildly aroused, taking his cock—looked unbearably lewd, and unbearably hot.